I am so grateful I am ‘old’. Really.And before the ‘old’ thing starts growing its own story, I mean ‘old’ in the sense of being 48 years old (not 108 years old!). I still feel I am well and truly in the glory years of my life.
But when it comes to mobile phones, I am decades older than them. Below is the first ‘mobile’ phone we had in our office, while I was in the army in the early 90’s. I think calling it ‘mobile’ meant it was only mobile if you had a car to carry it in.
Anyway, the round-about point I was trying to make is I am glad I grew up in a time where there was a ‘before mobile phone’ period where we learned other ways to amuse ourselves, other ways to communicate and other ways to organize meet-ups with fellow backpackers when traveling the globe.
We would actually have plans like this: “Let’s meet up on the number 1 platform at the Prague main train station, on the 25th of June, between 10am and 1pm. If you don’t make it on that day, we will meet between 10am and 1pm on the 26th. If we still don’t meet up, then I will see you when I do.”
